Ray Wilkins

Nine days in Oldham

So I never thought that my second blog post would be about Ray Wilkins, that wasn’t the plan. But then I realised that in the end that is what all this is about. Nothing is planned, we can’t make assumptions about anything. Anything at all really, particularly our health. That’s been one of the biggest wake up calls for me over the last two weeks. You can’t take anything for granted.

I’m a Chelsea fan. Slightly lapsed recently (please forgive me) but a Chelsea fan nonetheless. In my time, I have been a season ticket holder in The Shed End and I’ve travelled home and away, over land and sea ‘and Leicester’ as we sing to follow ‘Jose’s blue and white army’ and the variants that came before and after the great man from Portugal. From Man City to Moscow and Southampton to Sophia.

One of my earliest memories is…

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The Lark Ascending


I never expected her to actually go and bloody die.
It was a friend who recommended Kate Granger’s first book to me. I read it in one sitting. It resonated hugely with the concerns that I felt about the environment in which we both worked – and in which Kate was now a patient. An environment where the little things mattered, and where kindness was as important as competence but often overlooked in the name of efficiency.
Soon, Kate and I were ‘friends’ on Twitter, and as I got to know her through her tweets, my overriding feelings were of awe and respect rather than pity or sympathy. Yes, she was young, and going through a particularly shitty illness, but what she was doing with her experiences was amazing. I wasn’t sure – and I’m still not sure – that I would have the strength to do what she did…

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All in my head

Half of the battle about being sick, is knowing what is wrong.

On 22nd Sep 2011 I had a ‘routine’ cortizone injection for a pain in my neck. From the next day, I had the most horrendous headache I could imagine. It went away while laying down, but I felt like I had been beaten by a baseball bat when I stood up. When the Doctor who gave me the injection tried to say it was a normal reaction, and it was “all in my head“,  we googled my symptoms….

“Sounds like a Spinal leak” my Fiancé said. 

Spinal leak sounded scary. Just scary. No one gets a spinal leak… I mean unless they are in a car accident, or a coma, right? Can I be fixed? Will I be able to stand for more than a few minutes again? What happens if I never get better? All…

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